Poached Egg on Sauteed Spinach

Ok. So part of the reason that my job blew chunks last week was due the fact that I needed to interview candidates to fill a position under me. I was looking for a coordinator; someone to coordinate all of the marketing and business development efforts that my company undertakes throughout the year, proposals, interviews, advertisements, award submissions, direct mailings, etc etc.

I hate interviewing people, hate it. I find it extremely nerve racking, time consuming and in general just a big pain in the ass. I know it’s a necessary evil, but I still don’t enjoy it.

I had a lot of candidates, and on the last day, I was really just tired of the whole process. I had one interview left, my last one of the day; I had high hopes for the person because she worked at a competitor of mine. I was eager to see what she could bring to the position because of her direct industry experience.

I must make a note here before I go on. If you don’t know about my obsession with clean and neat mouths, please see this post.

So, a few minutes into the interview I noticed that this girl had a really odd way of holding her mouth. Her lips formed what I can only call a snarl, and it was definitely more pronounced when she was talked. She seemed to favor the right hand side of her mouth as the side that curled up into the “snarl”. I thought to myself, she must know how distracting this is, why would anyone make that face when they are talking, or at all for that matter? I didn’t hear one word this girl said, I just stared at her mouth the whole time.

After she left I asked the president of my company (who was in the interview with me) if she noticed the snarl. “What was up with that girl’s mouth?” was her quick response. And my only reply was that she constantly held her mouth like she had just walked into someone else’s fart. That is the only way I can describe it. You’re walking down a hallway or wherever and you smell the distinct aroma of flatulent, and then you make “that face” her face was constantly “that face.”

Needless to say, she didn’t get the job. But we have nicknamed fart face.

Moving right along.

I made this for breakfast on Sunday and it was just great.

First, I sauted some baby spinach in a little olive oil and sea salt over low heat until it had wilted.

Second, I brought a pot of water to a rolling boil and then turned the water to simmer and gently placed two eggs into the hot water. I left the eggs in until all the white parts had turned from translucent to solid white. I'm not sure how long it took, sorry.

I placed the spinach on a nice piece of toasty Italian bread and then laid the egg on the spinach and topped with some freshly ground pepper. Mmm Mmm....

Rating = So Damn Good